Aunt History and the Blanket

Mushrooms come early
With a wet spring
One might call it late winter
Aunt History knits a blanket
She’s decided
To be optimistic
Someone unknown
Will need warmth
And though
She can’t sing
She sings:
“When future
Falls down
The well
Hey nonny”
She recalls
Wisława Szymborska:
“When I pronounce the word Future,
The first syllable
Already belongs to the past.”
At least
The blanket’s
Outside of time
She thinks
She thinks
“Penelope knew…”

Author: stevekuusisto

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